The "Throne of Bone" stood as a titan of engineering and tradition. The massive structure, carved from the gargantuan remains of a desert sand worm, gleamed with a polished, sand-toned luster. Banners of the Toraono clan snapped in the dry wind, hanging just below the proud symbols of Sunagakure. It was a place of high discipline and military precision, a stronghold meant to forge the next generation of desert elite.
The heavy doors groaned as they were pushed aside, admitting a duo that looked like they had been spat out of a nightmare. Yuuto stepped onto the glossy floors, his four arms folded in pairs. His presence was heavy, a suffocating aura of biological mastery and hidden intent. Every step he took resonated against the hollow, bone-like foundations of the hall. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a creature walking into a sanctuary, not that it was anything new to these people.
Close at his heel, Tennō followed with a predatory, low-slung gait. The silver-furred simian scanned the rafters with all six of its eyes, its breath a rhythmic, wet huff. The armored pants Yuuto had fitted onto the beast clanked softly with every movement, the metal plates providing a strange, modern contrast to the ancient feel of the bone dojo. They reached the center of the primary training floor, a wide expanse of polished wood surrounded by weapon racks and training dummies.
A few students and instructors paused their routines, their eyes wide as they took in the four-armed puppeteer and his chimera. The air in the room grew cold, the usual sounds of wooden swords and heavy breathing dying away into a sharp silence.
Yuuto didn't say a word.
He reached into the folds of his cloak with a lower right hand and pulled out a simple wooden sign. With a deliberate, forceful motion, he drove the base of the sign into a small crevice in the flooring, letting it stand upright and unyielding.
The ink on the wood was thick and black. The message was unmistakable.
OPEN CHALLENGE
Yuuto stood behind the sign, his four arms crossed as he settled into a broad, relaxed stance. He didn't look for a master or demand an audience. He simply waited, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the inner sanctum where the Toraono elders resided. Beside him, Tennō sat back on his haunches. The beast let out a low, vibrating growl that rattled the nearby weapon racks. Its six eyes settled on the nearest group of shinobi, tracking their movements with a terrifying, singular focus.
Yuuto smirked, his teeth bared in a silent invitation.
"I heard this was the place to find the best the village has to offer," Yuuto’s voice carried through the hollow hall, echoing off the bone walls. "I’m here to see if the rumors are true."
The gauntlet had been thrown. Now, he only had to wait and see who was brave enough to pick it up
The heavy doors groaned as they were pushed aside, admitting a duo that looked like they had been spat out of a nightmare. Yuuto stepped onto the glossy floors, his four arms folded in pairs. His presence was heavy, a suffocating aura of biological mastery and hidden intent. Every step he took resonated against the hollow, bone-like foundations of the hall. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a creature walking into a sanctuary, not that it was anything new to these people.
Close at his heel, Tennō followed with a predatory, low-slung gait. The silver-furred simian scanned the rafters with all six of its eyes, its breath a rhythmic, wet huff. The armored pants Yuuto had fitted onto the beast clanked softly with every movement, the metal plates providing a strange, modern contrast to the ancient feel of the bone dojo. They reached the center of the primary training floor, a wide expanse of polished wood surrounded by weapon racks and training dummies.
A few students and instructors paused their routines, their eyes wide as they took in the four-armed puppeteer and his chimera. The air in the room grew cold, the usual sounds of wooden swords and heavy breathing dying away into a sharp silence.
Yuuto didn't say a word.
He reached into the folds of his cloak with a lower right hand and pulled out a simple wooden sign. With a deliberate, forceful motion, he drove the base of the sign into a small crevice in the flooring, letting it stand upright and unyielding.
The ink on the wood was thick and black. The message was unmistakable.
OPEN CHALLENGE
Yuuto stood behind the sign, his four arms crossed as he settled into a broad, relaxed stance. He didn't look for a master or demand an audience. He simply waited, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the inner sanctum where the Toraono elders resided. Beside him, Tennō sat back on his haunches. The beast let out a low, vibrating growl that rattled the nearby weapon racks. Its six eyes settled on the nearest group of shinobi, tracking their movements with a terrifying, singular focus.
Yuuto smirked, his teeth bared in a silent invitation.
"I heard this was the place to find the best the village has to offer," Yuuto’s voice carried through the hollow hall, echoing off the bone walls. "I’m here to see if the rumors are true."
The gauntlet had been thrown. Now, he only had to wait and see who was brave enough to pick it up
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